Thirty-een

I spent the last day of my twenties getting pounded by waves, fighting a really strong current, and still not making it out to the line-up. There’s a metaphor for adulthood in there somewhere.

No photos, so here’s some apt art by rvsasvr.com

I had this long, self-pitying rant typed out that I deleted because really, it all just boils down to one thing: STOP BEING LAZY; STOP BEING SO AFRAID OF FAILURE. My thirties will be dedicated to achieving as much as humanly possible, to stop being afraid of failing that I don’t even give it the good ol’ college try.